Riding through a wet January
Three weeks of nonstop drizzle and the brakes finally started to complain. I swapped the pads for sintered ones from the local shop—noisier but far more confident in the wet…
Personal jottings on books, bikes, and weather.
Three weeks of nonstop drizzle and the brakes finally started to complain. I swapped the pads for sintered ones from the local shop—noisier but far more confident in the wet…
A short list, mostly nonfiction. Standouts: Kapuscinski's The Shadow of the Sun, Le Guin's collected essays, and a re-read of Master and Commander on long train rides…
Started a starter in late September. By November it had a personality but no rise. Lessons in patience, hydration, and admitting your kitchen is too cold…